Álbum The Cronic de Dr. Dre - Canciones
The Cronic
1992 | 
Estilo(s) | Gangsta
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Reseña
La discografía de Dr. Dre como solista arranca con este álbum de 1992, una de las obras más revolucionarias e influyentes de la historia de la música popular. 'The Chronic' es, de hecho, mucho más que un simple disco de rap; es el acta de nacimiento de un subgénero entero, el G-Funk, y el sonido que definiría la cultura de la Costa Oeste de Estados Unidos durante toda la década de los 90. Por lo tanto, su impacto fue un auténtico terremoto que cambió el hip-hop para siempre.
Tras su conflictiva salida del grupo pionero del gangsta rap, N.W.A., en consecuencia, Dr. Dre se propuso crear un sonido completamente nuevo. Para ello, se basó en los samples hipnóticos y psicodélicos de las bandas de funk de los años 70, especialmente de Parliament-Funkadelic, pero los ralentizó y los combinó con líneas de bajo profundas y pesadas, melodías de sintetizadores agudas y una producción de una claridad y una potencia inauditas. Como resultado, nació el G-Funk (Gangsta-Funk).
Además, el álbum es la presentación al mundo de uno de los raperos más carismáticos e icónicos de todos los tiempos: Snoop Doggy Dogg. De hecho, Dr. Dre y Snoop forman una de las parejas artísticas más perfectas de la historia, con el "flow" relajado y melódico de Snoop deslizándose a la perfección sobre las producciones de Dre. Su química es tan potente que el disco funciona casi como un trabajo a dúo.
El álbum está repleto de clásicos inmortales. "Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang" es el himno del G-Funk por excelencia, una canción que encapsula a la perfección el sonido y el estilo de vida de la California de la época. Por otro lado, "Fuck wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')" es un ataque directo y mordaz a su antiguo compañero de N.W.A., Eazy-E, y al mánager Jerry Heller.
Mientras tanto, "Let Me Ride" es otra obra maestra de la producción, un viaje en coche sonoro que le valió a Dr. Dre un premio Grammy. Las letras del álbum, por su parte, son una crónica de la vida gangsta, con historias de fiestas, violencia y la cultura del cannabis, a la que el propio título hace referencia. En definitiva, 'The Chronic' es una obra de arte total, un disco que no solo redefinió el sonido del hip-hop, sino que también creó una estética y una actitud que influirían a una generación entera.
Listado de canciones del álbum The Cronic
- The Cronic (Intro) 1:57
Composición: Colin Wolfe, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin') 4:52
Composición: Colin Wolfe, Dr. Dre, Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited]) - Let Me RideVer letra 4:21
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Creepin down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga witha tech 9 tryin to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin in my 4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the C-P-T
on a rhymin spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
Yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo)
With all the niggaz sayin
Chorus:
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell Yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
Word to the motherfuckin streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats that I
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my swerve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Remi Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
On my dick, cause my four on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side, and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo) With all the bitches sayin
Chorus
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
Checkin my rearview cause niggaz they will do
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
But I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my strollon
Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo) With everybody sayin
Chorus Composición: RBX, Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: Snoop Dogg (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited]), Ruben Cruz (Vocals [Uncredited]) - The Day The Niggaz Took OverVer letra 4:33
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I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans
here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the
ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
and start puttin some funk in that ass
Hook:
Break em off sometin (x8)
Snoop Dogg:
I got my finger on the trigger, so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
Dat Nigga Daz:
They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
Me don't show no love ,'cuz it's us against them
Them never ever love me, 'cuz it's sport to break de
And kill at my own risk if I may
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
*news report*
Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say
rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want
to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street
All: How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Snoop: Yeah, so what you wanna do?
Dre: What you wanna do?
All: I said, how many niggas are ready to lose?
RBX: Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
*guy talking*
Nobody told us today, in otherwords,
You're still a slave. No matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't shit
Dr. Dre:
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
'Cuz what I just heard broke me in half
and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin
Laugh now, but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad, 'cuz they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
with the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
and come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a VCR
in the back of my car
that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
'Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
*news report*
There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
throwin things at the officers
And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand
All: How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Snoop: Yeah, so what you wanna do?
Dre: What you wanna do?
All: I said how many niggas are ready to lose
RBX: Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
RBX:
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
RBX:
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
to catch me and stretch me on Death Row
but hell no's the poor black refuse to go
*news report*
This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these
fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
end of South Central is a long way
Break 'em off sometin (x8)
Dat Nigga Daz:
The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before
niggaz backin up three black shows
No justice so they copied ya right
and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
so me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck
and me don't give a fuckin of my problems
In with their fuck fuck
Snoop Doogy Dogg:
Blak blam, blam to dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr Dre him bust gun shots
Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots
Come again! Composición: Dat Nigga Daz, Dr. Dre, RBX, Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Rap [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]) - Nothin' But A 'G' Thang 3:58
Composición: Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]) - Deeez NuuutsVer letra 5:06
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(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check one
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check two
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check three
(Snoop) check game from the notorious compton G
(Dre)
Back with some shit that guts to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfucker, clownin'their shit
Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Trow off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If, she proper, I'ma pop her the role hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sac
(Snoop Dogg)
So daz, step up the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
(Dat Nigga Daz)
Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavy
Not from kris kross but they call me mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, Stompinìn my kakhi suit
BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
(Snoop Dogg)
But did you raise up all this nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check one
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check two
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check three
(Snoop dogg) you tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
(Dr. Dre)
Now check me out, It's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nodoby cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-o double G
Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit
(Beeyatch!!) so recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change'em
(Snoop Dogg)
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from nate D-O double G
(Nate Dogg)
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I heard you wanna fuck with dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade death row Composición: Colin Wolfe, Dat Nigga Daz, Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Warren GMúsicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Rap [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]), Nate Dogg (Vocals [Uncredited]), Warren G (Voice [Uncredited]) - Lil' Ghetto Boy 5:27
Composición: Snoop Dogg, The D.O.C.Músicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Rap [Chorus), Dat Nigga Daz (Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]) - A Nigga Witta Gun 3:28
Composición: Snoop Dogg, The D.O.C.Músicos invitados: Snoop Dogg (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]) - Rat-Tat-Tat-TatVer letra 3:48
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[Intro: guy talking]
You really don't understand do you?
Hey man, don't you know
In order for us to make this thing work
We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
All over agian clean
NIGGAZ you crazy!
[RBX]
Once again
The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin'
It, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
[Dr. Dre]
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
On the streets of LA
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Staright for ya, looking for a hoe
Hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for the hoes that I used to know
When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe
I keep ya this and like that
And I...
[Chorus:]
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Interlude: some guys talkin']
Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
Ya,there that fool is
Break him off proper then
What's up, what's happinin'?
I'm the man, what's up?
Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in?
Nigga, pay this nigga here
(I ain't got yo money)
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
What's up?
What's up?
Ya motherfucker
(I'll be back though, I'll be back)
Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool
[Chorus:]
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre]
Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these
The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block
And it don't stop
Tell me where ya wanna go
To the strip
Or take a trip bawlin' with the row
My shit off in ya system
Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that
And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb
Takin' away like hell at Veitnam
California, back in and on a mission, makin a point
Ain't no fuckin' competition
they wish they was a runnin' up in reality
C-P-T, CAL my locality
It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness
By droppin' shit like this
Dope, ya can't cope with the real
I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes...
[Chorus:]
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I...
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from
so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool
it's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop
treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
BEEEYYACHH! Composición: Dr. Dre, Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: RBX (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), Dat Nigga Daz (Programmed By [Drums]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]) - The $20 Sack PyramidVer letra 2:53
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[Skit: Dr. Dre]
(Static, Channel Switching)
Damn, seems like always something with the fucking TV
Motherfucking cable off, shit I'm (?)
Hey, bring me something to drink
Yeah, that motherfucking Crazy Horse will do, that'll work
Ain't shit on this motherfucker
Oh shit, what the fuck is this?
[Big Tittie Nickie & Snoop Dogg]
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-dun-dun-dun, da
Hey motherfuckers, welcome back to the $20 Sack Pyramid
I'm your host: Motherfucking O.G. henny Loc
And we're back with our two final contests
Duck Motherfucking Mouth and Bootnee Lee Farnsworth
They'll be playing for a $20 sack of indo
And a $35 gift certificate to the Compton swap meet
Alright, y'all bitches got 30 seconds to answer 5 motherfucking questions
Lonnie, you ready with that clock? Well let the games begin
[The D.O.C. & Samara]
Alright man. We gotta do that shit man. We need to do this shit right now
Alright, man, we got to do this shit, man
Hell yeah, man, fuck that the whole neighborhood is watching and everybody's watching
We can do this shit right now
We gotta do this shit right now, Okay. You ready?
Hell yeah man, come on!
Hey man, you ready?
I'm ready
I'm ready, let's go!
Indo! Uh, uh, Cavi! Uh Buddha!
Shit, shit I used to sell, uh, um
Hocus Pocus
Oh, things that people smoke!
Right! That's it, that's it
Oh, oh fuck me in the ass
Oh, oh, uh, step to me and let me suck your dick, uh
Oh, things that Tim Dog would say
Yeah, that's it right there
Oh yeah!
Come on keep going man, hurry up!
Uh, uh, VCR's, oh, TV's and shit
All them socks and shit
Oh, that box in your room and shit
Oh, oh, shit I came up on loot!
That's it, that's it right there
Yeah, that's it come on hurry up, man, hurry up!
Uhh, En Vogue, uh, uh, Halle, Halle, Halle Berry
Shit. Bitches? Uh, bad bitches?
Yo, uhh, your Auntie Clarisse
Oh, bitches I wanna fuck
That shit right there, that shit
Come on, hurry up we it's 5 seconds
Okay, Okay, oh, oh, I know D.O. c
Dre gonna do my music and shit, uh
Snoop and me, be going to the swap meet
Oh! Oh, I know that one, I know that one!
Things that niggas be saying to get the pussy!
That's it, that's it right there!
That's it, that's it!
Alright give me my motherfucking weed bitch, give me my motherfucking weed!
It's all right there, baby! That's a
Uhh, get me my weed, get me my $35 to go to the motherfuckin' swap meet! Bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money! Hey Snoop! Hey Bootnee! Composición: Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, The D.O.C. - Lyrical GangbangVer letra 4:04
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Intro:
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
[lady of rage]
Now ima kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you cant trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think youre swift then forget merry christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
Im knockin em out the box n
Knockin em out their sock n
Cuz robin is rockin
Breakin em down to the slab
Takin em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle
Rattle that brain, Im not that same ol plain jane
Were on you like a border, youre nothin more than a crane
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not bushwick bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
I got the trigger so I figure youll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-dues
So stick to my luger, lady of rage is comin thru
[dre] *some cool shit, some cool shit*
[kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap
Lynchin as I hits, misses the ? rollin back?
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
Im livin large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, Im hard to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, Im mercenary, merciless
Murderin mega some niggas so whos first to diss
They say Im bad so youll find none worst than this
Chewin motherfuckers up like a hershey kiss
Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics Im leavin ? ? ? ? ? ?
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then Im peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cuz Im the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob skills and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sold like an Id card, nigga, no needs ta front, so
Here to torment up a track on crack
And Im strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as jason on friday the 13th
[rbx]
Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
But now in ninety-due, niggas they pull they strap
Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, stompin black soldier
Here ta teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator rb to the motherfuckin x
Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop bop bop now Im on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot
Its like beirut
Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my hood
But thatll do you know good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete
Here comes the white sheet
Mr. coroner cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi lane 5 gs
Lyrical gangbang but its just a g thang Composición: Colin Wolfe, Kurupt, RBXMúsicos invitados: Kurupt (Rap [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Rap [Uncredited]) - High PoweredVer letra 2:44
[X]letra de High Powered
Intro: Dr. Dre (Lady Of Rage)
Yo yo whut sup?
Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin?
Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to
YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha
Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about?
I like that ol' gangsta shit
Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas out there
woofin all that bullshit talkin 'bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit
Heh y'knowhutI'msayin?
(Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness)
Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing
For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse
and they gon' tell yo' what's really goin on
Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX...definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit
Y'knowhutI'msayin?
And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit
[RBX]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap! Adapt to this but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
in a book from a crook
You get caught slippin yo' ass gots ta die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger? Happy RBX to cap ya
POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound
POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown
Cuz what I said split his head
And now they got me runnin from the feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered!
Outro: Dat Nigga Daz
Yeah!
It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognise
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side Composición: Colin Wolfe, Dr. Dre, RBXMúsicos invitados: The Lady Of Rage (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), Dat Nigga Daz (Voice [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Voice [Uncredited]) - The Doctor's Office 1:04
Composición: Dr. Dre, Jewell Caples, Kevin Lewis, The Lady Of RageMúsicos invitados: Jewell Caples (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Voice [Uncredited]) - Stranded Of Death Row 4:47
Composición: Kurupt, RBX, Snoop Dogg, The Lady Of RageMúsicos invitados: Kurupt (Rap [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Rap [Uncredited]), Bushwick Bill (Voice [Uncredited]) - The Roach (The Chronic Outro) 4:36
Composición: Dat Nigga Daz, RBX, The Lady Of RageMúsicos invitados: Cheron Moore (Drums [Live]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited]), Ruben Cruz (Vocals [Uncredited]), Dat Nigga Daz (Voice [Uncredited]), RBX (Voice [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Voice [Uncredited]) - Bitches Ain't Shit 4:48
Músicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Rap [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Rap [Uncredited]), Kurupt (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Vocals [Uncredited])
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La discografía de Dr. Dre como solista arranca con este álbum de 1992, una de las obras más revolucionarias e influyentes de la historia de la música popular. 'The Chronic' es, de hecho, mucho más que un simple disco de rap; es el acta de nacimiento de un subgénero entero, el G-Funk, y el sonido que definiría la cultura de la Costa Oeste de Estados Unidos durante toda la década de los 90. Por lo tanto, su impacto fue un auténtico terremoto que cambió el hip-hop para siempre.
Tras su conflictiva salida del grupo pionero del gangsta rap, N.W.A., en consecuencia, Dr. Dre se propuso crear un sonido completamente nuevo. Para ello, se basó en los samples hipnóticos y psicodélicos de las bandas de funk de los años 70, especialmente de Parliament-Funkadelic, pero los ralentizó y los combinó con líneas de bajo profundas y pesadas, melodías de sintetizadores agudas y una producción de una claridad y una potencia inauditas. Como resultado, nació el G-Funk (Gangsta-Funk).
Además, el álbum es la presentación al mundo de uno de los raperos más carismáticos e icónicos de todos los tiempos: Snoop Doggy Dogg. De hecho, Dr. Dre y Snoop forman una de las parejas artísticas más perfectas de la historia, con el "flow" relajado y melódico de Snoop deslizándose a la perfección sobre las producciones de Dre. Su química es tan potente que el disco funciona casi como un trabajo a dúo.
El álbum está repleto de clásicos inmortales. "Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang" es el himno del G-Funk por excelencia, una canción que encapsula a la perfección el sonido y el estilo de vida de la California de la época. Por otro lado, "Fuck wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')" es un ataque directo y mordaz a su antiguo compañero de N.W.A., Eazy-E, y al mánager Jerry Heller.
Mientras tanto, "Let Me Ride" es otra obra maestra de la producción, un viaje en coche sonoro que le valió a Dr. Dre un premio Grammy. Las letras del álbum, por su parte, son una crónica de la vida gangsta, con historias de fiestas, violencia y la cultura del cannabis, a la que el propio título hace referencia. En definitiva, 'The Chronic' es una obra de arte total, un disco que no solo redefinió el sonido del hip-hop, sino que también creó una estética y una actitud que influirían a una generación entera.
Composición: Colin Wolfe, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg
Composición: Colin Wolfe, Dr. Dre, Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited])
[X]
Creepin down the back street on Deezletra de Let Me Ride
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga witha tech 9 tryin to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin in my 4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the C-P-T
on a rhymin spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
Yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo)
With all the niggaz sayin
Chorus:
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell Yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
Word to the motherfuckin streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats that I
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my swerve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Remi Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
On my dick, cause my four on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side, and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo) With all the bitches sayin
Chorus
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
Checkin my rearview cause niggaz they will do
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
But I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my strollon
Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo) With everybody sayin
Chorus
[X]
I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africansletra de The Day The Niggaz Took Over
here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the
ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
and start puttin some funk in that ass
Hook:
Break em off sometin (x8)
Snoop Dogg:
I got my finger on the trigger, so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
Dat Nigga Daz:
They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
Me don't show no love ,'cuz it's us against them
Them never ever love me, 'cuz it's sport to break de
And kill at my own risk if I may
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
*news report*
Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say
rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want
to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street
All: How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Snoop: Yeah, so what you wanna do?
Dre: What you wanna do?
All: I said, how many niggas are ready to lose?
RBX: Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
*guy talking*
Nobody told us today, in otherwords,
You're still a slave. No matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't shit
Dr. Dre:
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
'Cuz what I just heard broke me in half
and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin
Laugh now, but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad, 'cuz they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
with the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
and come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a VCR
in the back of my car
that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
'Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
*news report*
There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
throwin things at the officers
And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand
All: How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Snoop: Yeah, so what you wanna do?
Dre: What you wanna do?
All: I said how many niggas are ready to lose
RBX: Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
RBX:
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
RBX:
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
to catch me and stretch me on Death Row
but hell no's the poor black refuse to go
*news report*
This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these
fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
end of South Central is a long way
Break 'em off sometin (x8)
Dat Nigga Daz:
The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before
niggaz backin up three black shows
No justice so they copied ya right
and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
so me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck
and me don't give a fuckin of my problems
In with their fuck fuck
Snoop Doogy Dogg:
Blak blam, blam to dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr Dre him bust gun shots
Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots
Come again!
Composición: Snoop DoggMúsicos invitados: Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited])
[X]
(Daz) chiggie checkletra de Deeez Nuuuts
(Dre) microphone check one
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check two
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check three
(Snoop) check game from the notorious compton G
(Dre)
Back with some shit that guts to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfucker, clownin'their shit
Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Trow off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If, she proper, I'ma pop her the role hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sac
(Snoop Dogg)
So daz, step up the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
(Dat Nigga Daz)
Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavy
Not from kris kross but they call me mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, Stompinìn my kakhi suit
BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
(Snoop Dogg)
But did you raise up all this nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check one
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check two
(Daz) chiggie check
(Dre) microphone check three
(Snoop dogg) you tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
(Dr. Dre)
Now check me out, It's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nodoby cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-o double G
Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit
(Beeyatch!!) so recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change'em
(Snoop Dogg)
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from nate D-O double G
(Nate Dogg)
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet
I heard you wanna fuck with dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade death row
Composición: Snoop Dogg, The D.O.C.Músicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Rap [Chorus), Dat Nigga Daz (Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited])
Composición: Snoop Dogg, The D.O.C.Músicos invitados: Snoop Dogg (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited])
[X]
[Intro: guy talking]letra de Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
You really don't understand do you?
Hey man, don't you know
In order for us to make this thing work
We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
All over agian clean
NIGGAZ you crazy!
[RBX]
Once again
The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin'
It, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
[Dr. Dre]
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
On the streets of LA
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Staright for ya, looking for a hoe
Hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for the hoes that I used to know
When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe
I keep ya this and like that
And I...
[Chorus:]
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Interlude: some guys talkin']
Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
Ya,there that fool is
Break him off proper then
What's up, what's happinin'?
I'm the man, what's up?
Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in?
Nigga, pay this nigga here
(I ain't got yo money)
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
What's up?
What's up?
Ya motherfucker
(I'll be back though, I'll be back)
Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool
[Chorus:]
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre]
Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these
The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block
And it don't stop
Tell me where ya wanna go
To the strip
Or take a trip bawlin' with the row
My shit off in ya system
Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that
And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb
Takin' away like hell at Veitnam
California, back in and on a mission, makin a point
Ain't no fuckin' competition
they wish they was a runnin' up in reality
C-P-T, CAL my locality
It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness
By droppin' shit like this
Dope, ya can't cope with the real
I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes...
[Chorus:]
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I...
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from
so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool
it's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop
treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
BEEEYYACHH!
[X]
[Skit: Dr. Dre]letra de The $20 Sack Pyramid
(Static, Channel Switching)
Damn, seems like always something with the fucking TV
Motherfucking cable off, shit I'm (?)
Hey, bring me something to drink
Yeah, that motherfucking Crazy Horse will do, that'll work
Ain't shit on this motherfucker
Oh shit, what the fuck is this?
[Big Tittie Nickie & Snoop Dogg]
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-dun-dun-dun, da
Hey motherfuckers, welcome back to the $20 Sack Pyramid
I'm your host: Motherfucking O.G. henny Loc
And we're back with our two final contests
Duck Motherfucking Mouth and Bootnee Lee Farnsworth
They'll be playing for a $20 sack of indo
And a $35 gift certificate to the Compton swap meet
Alright, y'all bitches got 30 seconds to answer 5 motherfucking questions
Lonnie, you ready with that clock? Well let the games begin
[The D.O.C. & Samara]
Alright man. We gotta do that shit man. We need to do this shit right now
Alright, man, we got to do this shit, man
Hell yeah, man, fuck that the whole neighborhood is watching and everybody's watching
We can do this shit right now
We gotta do this shit right now, Okay. You ready?
Hell yeah man, come on!
Hey man, you ready?
I'm ready
I'm ready, let's go!
Indo! Uh, uh, Cavi! Uh Buddha!
Shit, shit I used to sell, uh, um
Hocus Pocus
Oh, things that people smoke!
Right! That's it, that's it
Oh, oh fuck me in the ass
Oh, oh, uh, step to me and let me suck your dick, uh
Oh, things that Tim Dog would say
Yeah, that's it right there
Oh yeah!
Come on keep going man, hurry up!
Uh, uh, VCR's, oh, TV's and shit
All them socks and shit
Oh, that box in your room and shit
Oh, oh, shit I came up on loot!
That's it, that's it right there
Yeah, that's it come on hurry up, man, hurry up!
Uhh, En Vogue, uh, uh, Halle, Halle, Halle Berry
Shit. Bitches? Uh, bad bitches?
Yo, uhh, your Auntie Clarisse
Oh, bitches I wanna fuck
That shit right there, that shit
Come on, hurry up we it's 5 seconds
Okay, Okay, oh, oh, I know D.O. c
Dre gonna do my music and shit, uh
Snoop and me, be going to the swap meet
Oh! Oh, I know that one, I know that one!
Things that niggas be saying to get the pussy!
That's it, that's it right there!
That's it, that's it!
Alright give me my motherfucking weed bitch, give me my motherfucking weed!
It's all right there, baby! That's a
Uhh, get me my weed, get me my $35 to go to the motherfuckin' swap meet! Bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money! Hey Snoop! Hey Bootnee!
[X]
Intro:letra de Lyrical Gangbang
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
[lady of rage]
Now ima kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you cant trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think youre swift then forget merry christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
Im knockin em out the box n
Knockin em out their sock n
Cuz robin is rockin
Breakin em down to the slab
Takin em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle
Rattle that brain, Im not that same ol plain jane
Were on you like a border, youre nothin more than a crane
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not bushwick bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
I got the trigger so I figure youll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-dues
So stick to my luger, lady of rage is comin thru
[dre] *some cool shit, some cool shit*
[kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap
Lynchin as I hits, misses the ? rollin back?
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
Im livin large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, Im hard to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, Im mercenary, merciless
Murderin mega some niggas so whos first to diss
They say Im bad so youll find none worst than this
Chewin motherfuckers up like a hershey kiss
Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics Im leavin ? ? ? ? ? ?
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then Im peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cuz Im the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob skills and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sold like an Id card, nigga, no needs ta front, so
Here to torment up a track on crack
And Im strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as jason on friday the 13th
[rbx]
Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
But now in ninety-due, niggas they pull they strap
Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, stompin black soldier
Here ta teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator rb to the motherfuckin x
Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop bop bop now Im on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot
Its like beirut
Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my hood
But thatll do you know good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete
Here comes the white sheet
Mr. coroner cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi lane 5 gs
Lyrical gangbang but its just a g thang
[X]
Intro: Dr. Dre (Lady Of Rage) letra de High Powered
Yo yo whut sup?
Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin?
Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to
YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha
Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about?
I like that ol' gangsta shit
Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas out there
woofin all that bullshit talkin 'bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit
Heh y'knowhutI'msayin?
(Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness)
Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing
For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse
and they gon' tell yo' what's really goin on
Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX...definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit
Y'knowhutI'msayin?
And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit
[RBX]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap! Adapt to this but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
in a book from a crook
You get caught slippin yo' ass gots ta die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger? Happy RBX to cap ya
POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound
POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown
Cuz what I said split his head
And now they got me runnin from the feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered!
Outro: Dat Nigga Daz
Yeah!
It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognise
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side
Composición: Dr. Dre, Jewell Caples, Kevin Lewis, The Lady Of RageMúsicos invitados: Jewell Caples (Backing Vocals [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Voice [Uncredited])
Composición: Kurupt, RBX, Snoop Dogg, The Lady Of RageMúsicos invitados: Kurupt (Rap [Uncredited]), RBX (Rap [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Rap [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Rap [Uncredited]), Bushwick Bill (Voice [Uncredited])
Composición: Dat Nigga Daz, RBX, The Lady Of RageMúsicos invitados: Cheron Moore (Drums [Live]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited]), Ruben Cruz (Vocals [Uncredited]), Dat Nigga Daz (Voice [Uncredited]), RBX (Voice [Uncredited]), The Lady Of Rage (Voice [Uncredited])
Músicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Rap [Uncredited]), Dr. Dre (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Rap [Uncredited]), Kurupt (Rap [Uncredited]), Jewell Caples (Vocals [Uncredited]), Snoop Dogg (Vocals [Uncredited])
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